Many years ago Morag met a couple who had been happily married for almost 50 years. When I asked the secret to them being more in love at the end than the beginning of their union, they said in unison “Very simple, we dance every morning”.
It turns out that this couple, no matter what their schedule, always made time for a quick turn around the kitchen before beginning their day. He would take her hand (regular contact), look into her eyes (romance), they would sing a song (shared activity) and off they would go. Awwww…..and yes it certainly did seem to work.
If you dissected what they were doing, as I just have, the formula does make sense. Apply this to the new government initiative to get people dancing as a way to get them healthy and ‘duh’ yes it will work. Get up off your backside and get out dancing and you’ll be more healthy. However should we be paying for it? HELL NO!!!!
I am the first person to say that the NHS does need to spend money on educating people. Education will always save you money in the long run, whatever the topic. ‘The more they know the less you’ll have to blow’ should be the NHS mantra – but this new initiative is just taking the Michael.
When I first moved here years ago and heard the term ‘nanny-state’ to tell the truth I found it quaint and quite cuddly. However I soon realised that it wasn’t nanny like Mary Poppins but more nanny like Ruby Wax in a pinafore…someone badgering you and annoying you to the extent that you finally throw your arms up in the air and go along with what they’re saying just to shut them up. Cardinal Rule to helping people ………. ‘Show them how to do it, don’t do it for them. If you do it for them they will never learn how to do it for themselves’.
Dancing lessons…….what next personal trainers? Oooops – yes actually they’ve mentioned that as well, for the ‘seriously challenged amongst us’. Listen I want to learn to salsa as much as the next person but this is just nonsense. I want the NHS to hold on to the money for the dancing lessons so that later on when I need my hip replacement (that I’ll need from all the dancing and other nefarious activity I now indulge in at my own behest) they’ll be able to help me out. I can dance on my own thank you, help me when I need to walk.